A noise caught in her throat and he sensed her mounting desire when she shifted her hips, pushing up against him. The movement was slight, but it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen every bit as much as he did.
He cupped her ass, sliding the silk material over her lush contours, and she hissed in response to his soft seduction, which was about to turn a little rough and forceful, the way she needed it.
"Now, about this punishment … "
When her knees seemed to give, he anchored her to his body and walked her to the table. He sank down into one of the chairs and her dark lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her hair falling seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him. Quinn couldn't help but smile at her compliance, at how fast she was catching on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an even stronger one to do it so quickly.
He lifted her dress to expose her sex, his smile widening. "Such a pretty pussy." He reached out and stroked her satiny lips, a growl rising in his throat. "Shaved so nicely. Just the way I like it." His glance met hers. "It's almost like you knew."
As delight danced in her eyes at his praise, he gripped her hips, laid her across his lap, and took full control of her body as he prepared to divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He lifted her dress to expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and possession moved through his blood, because there was something very profound, very moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting him so honestly and openly, gifting him with her body in a way she'd never given it to another.
He drew in air to center himself, because there was no denying that he'd dreamt about this moment for a long time, no denying that there was something about this woman that had the ability to breathe new life into him.
It was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking when he caressed her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her creamy skin a good hard whack.
She squealed, and he pressed a hand to her back to still her.
"Oh. My. God," she cried out.
He smacked her again, the bright red outline of his palm on her ass filling him with a new kind of hunger. He widened her legs, and when the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, he clenched down hard. He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she move against him, her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.
"Next time," he said, coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. "I expect you to do exactly as instructed."
"Yes," she cried out, grinding her pussy on his thigh.
He widened her pretty pink lips, and he could feel the impatience thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen and ready, and with just the right about of pressure he knew he could get her off. But disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.
She writhed, but he pulled his hand away from her cunt. "Bad girls are punished, not rewarded."
"Quinn … "
"Yes?" he asked, sliding his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.
A cry lodged in her throat as the sound carried in the breeze. "I need you to touch me. I'm so close. Put your fingers inside me. Now," she demanded.
He exhaled slowly. "You don't get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca. Have you already forgotten that I'm in charge of you and I'll decide when you come?"
Hot and wet, her liquid heat glistened in the sun as her pretty pink pussy cried out for his attention. As much as he wanted to put a finger inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to orgasm, it wasn't part of his training. He removed his hands from her body, leaving her aching for more.
Ignoring her cries of protest, he lifted her from his lap. With her hair in disarray, and her dress gathered around her hips, she stood before him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and closing in gasping fits. She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further instructions.
Good girl.
He studied her for a long time, then said, "Fix yourself."
She obliged and when Ester came out with their food, Quinn stood and pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into her and whispered, "Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has once again prepared for us."
Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced at the food, then averted her gaze. "I … I have to go."
"Sit down, Rebecca."
She visibly shivered as she lowered herself in to her chair, and when Quinn put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, "You did good, Rebecca," his words of praise seemed to do something to her, give her a sense of purpose.
"When you learn to obey, you'll be rewarded. But in the meantime, don't even think about touching yourself to finish what I started. If you do, I'll know, and punishment will be twice as severe."
Chapter Three
Rebecca paced inside her room, having endured one of the most confusing, yet exciting mornings of her life. She sat on her bed, only to rise again, the sting on her ass cheeks a blissful reminder of her punishment.
Her punishment …
Oh God how could she have liked it so much? How could she have submitted to him, putting herself at his mercy and allowing him to do whatever he pleased to her?
She shook her head hard and wrung her hands together, and as she thought about the way he dominated her a barrage of emotions coursed through her veins.
She didn't want this.
She couldn't.
Intelligent, successful, driven women like her didn't hand themselves over to a man. No, they took control, set the pace and parameters in a relationship and made all the decisions, inside the bedroom and out. Right? They surely didn't tolerate spankings or readily submit upon command.
But you know you want to.
Confused and still quivering all over, she walked to the window to look out. When she spotted Quinn near the shore, standing at the wharf looking pensive with his legs wide and his arms behind his back, her breath caught. Wondering if he still had her panties in his pocket, she stared at him for a long moment, her pussy quivering, in desperate need of attention after their sexually charged brunch together.
Widening her legs slightly, she slipped a hand between her thighs, touching herself through the silk material. Her pussy quivered, and her clit swelled beneath her touch, but then she quickly pulled her hand away, wanting to please him and obey his every command.
Oh God, she really did want this …
A knock sounded on her door, and she spun around. She pulled it open to find Michael standing there, a package in his hand. "Mr. Montgomery would like you to wear this to dinner tonight. You will dine on the beach, eight sharp. I will come collect you ten minutes early. Until then, please explore and enjoy the island."
The second he left she hurried to her bed, far more excited than she should be to see what he wanted her to wear. She pulled open the package and inside found an exquisite cocktail dress, and pair of high heels, along with a black bustier and matching thong. She fingered the sexy outfit, one she never would have had the nerve to buy for herself, but had to admit, couldn't wait to try on. As a jolt of excitement moved through her, she worked to tamp it down, but she was well past the point of denying that she wanted to submit to Quinn … wanted him to take full control.
Her fingers shook as she neatly folded the clothes and put them back on her bed. She checked the clock, and wondered how she would ever make it to eight. Needing to occupy her mind to pass the time, and keep her thoughts busy with something other than what might happen tonight, she slipped from her room and made her way to the water. She explored the grounds and exchanged greetings with a man, who she could only assume was Mario, as he tended to the foliage. Her glance kept straying to the wharf to where she'd spotted Quinn earlier. Disappointment settled in her gut when he was nowhere to be found.
The rest of the day passed slowly, much too slowly for her liking. The drawn out afternoon merely served as tortuous foreplay, sexual tension growing in her body with each passing second. She forced herself to explore the island, waving to those cruising by on their sailboats. With surrounding islands, occupied by vacationers, Quinn's estate wasn't as isolated as she had first thought, and if she really wanted to, she easily could have flagged down help and gotten herself off this island.
But you don't want to …
That thought had her rushing back to her room. She took a quick glance at the clock, and jumped in the shower to get ready. After cleansing her body with some delectable strawberry scented shampoo and soap, she towel dried, and out of habit gathered her hair in a ponytail to tie it back, but a fine shiver moved through her when she remember he hadn't left her an elastic band.
She let her hair dry naturally, her curls more pronounced as they cascaded down her back. Naked, she stepped into the bedroom and her heart picked up tempo as she slowly began to dress in the clothes he'd laid out for her. As she put each piece on, she wondered if Quinn would removed them, and if so how. Slowly? Furiously? Pressure brewed deep between her legs, and her clit throbbed … throbbed for his attention.